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“What…”
Something is wrong. Kamaria’s mind feels detached from her body, her limbs not responding as quickly as they should. Even words aren’t working right. She tries to grasp onto them, but they keep wanting to float away as soon as she thinks she has them.
She narrows her eyes in Roderick’s direction, trying to force him into focus. “What’d…you giv-ve…m-me?” That’s what this has to be. He has to have drugged her somehow. Inside, her heart is pounding, panicked, but she can’t make the urgency show.
He grins. “A special little cocktail that was made just for you. Glad it didn’t take too long to start setting in. Let’s see if you’re fully ready yet.”
He walks toward her, and with her hands chained above her head she can’t do anything to get away or protect herself. A fist slams into her stomach. It shouldn’t be that bad, she’s gone through this a thousand times before, but somehow, it is. The pain is intense. It’s far worse than a punch ever should feel - more like a stab wound that radiates through her entire torso. She doesn’t cry out from years of practice, but the shock and breathlessness that twist her expression are enough for Roderick.
His grin grows broader and more wicked. “Oh, yes. This is going to be delightful .” Pulling a knife from his belt, he flips it in his hand. “Let’s see if I can actually make you scream .”